14
Hey, fuck you, man
Oh, oh, woah
Uh, ah, woah
Woah (fah, fah, fah, Level), beep
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk in the buildin', I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes, so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like the Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
Bitch, I'm 16 and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, nigga, I say, "Blatt"
Lil' nigga got zipped like a Ziploc bag
Lil' bro want a zip, ended up gettin' bagged
Ya bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil' bitch
Niggas know not to battle with my clique
More opps equals more attachments on my stick
Ya hoe in the whip, she gaggin' on my dick
F&N leave 'em laggin' in this bitch
And he flyin' in the air, Aladdin in this bitch
That lil' boy is cap, he ain't shootin' shit
We searchin' for opps, nigga, like a bin
He cap rap, his shit go straight to the bin
Need to follow them laws, you a citizen
Bitch, I'm the plug, fuck a middle man
Lil' boy gettin' played like a fiddle, man
Why all these fake-ass niggas call me friend?
My trigger finger is my new best friend
He tell me to shoot off adrenaline
If he speakin' on me, he ain't speakin' again, on God
Walk in the buildin', I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes, so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like the Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile, in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag, fah
Walk in the buildin', I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes, so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like the Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile, in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag, fah
Meanwhile, in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
Bitch, I'm 16 and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, nigga, I say, "Blatt"
Lil' nigga got zipped like a Ziploc bag
Lil' bro want a zip, ended up gettin' bagged
Ya bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil' bitch
Niggas know not to battle with my clique
More opps equals more attachments on my stick
Ya hoe in the whip, she gaggin' on my dick
Oh, oh, woah
Uh, ah, woah
Woah (fah, fah, fah, Level), beep
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk in the buildin', I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes, so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like the Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
Bitch, I'm 16 and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, nigga, I say, "Blatt"
Lil' nigga got zipped like a Ziploc bag
Lil' bro want a zip, ended up gettin' bagged
Ya bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil' bitch
Niggas know not to battle with my clique
More opps equals more attachments on my stick
Ya hoe in the whip, she gaggin' on my dick
F&N leave 'em laggin' in this bitch
And he flyin' in the air, Aladdin in this bitch
That lil' boy is cap, he ain't shootin' shit
We searchin' for opps, nigga, like a bin
He cap rap, his shit go straight to the bin
Need to follow them laws, you a citizen
Bitch, I'm the plug, fuck a middle man
Lil' boy gettin' played like a fiddle, man
Why all these fake-ass niggas call me friend?
My trigger finger is my new best friend
He tell me to shoot off adrenaline
If he speakin' on me, he ain't speakin' again, on God
Walk in the buildin', I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes, so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like the Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile, in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag, fah
Walk in the buildin', I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes, so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like the Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile, in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag, fah
Meanwhile, in LA, I'm just smokin' on gas
She like, "Santana, I hope that we last"
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
Bitch, I'm 16 and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, nigga, I say, "Blatt"
Lil' nigga got zipped like a Ziploc bag
Lil' bro want a zip, ended up gettin' bagged
Ya bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil' bitch
Niggas know not to battle with my clique
More opps equals more attachments on my stick
Ya hoe in the whip, she gaggin' on my dick
Credits
Writer(s): D2traps, Divjot Abhol, Steven D. Lewis
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